Wings
Birds hold the sky.
They occupy a world above our own, awake to the insignificance of ground and gravity.
Starlings and robins and sparrows dominate the air
on wings of paper.
Hollow bones fragile as reeds in October. Vulnerable like china in the hands of a child.
Tiny, insubstantial creatures, birds.
Tiny, insubstantial creatures fashioned to command the heavens.
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